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“In that case, got a million bucks?” Anna joked, sounding more like an 86-year-old grandfather attempting his last move at relevancy before croaking. With a slight sigh, and imaginary rattling bones to complete the grandfather appearance, she settled on the bar-stool and plopped her purse on the counter.
When the bartender made his way around, interrupted a handful of times with drunken requests for vodka, brandy, and water, Anna gladly accepted the drink with a large smile and tip shoved into the jar. Taking a few big gulps, her face soon contorted into a toad-like mixture of disgust and horror - what kind of iced tea was this. It settled in her stomach strangely, perhaps she never had this town’s type of iced tea, she reckoned.
“Did you know I was gonna ask before I did?” Anna strove to make conversation.
frances grinned down into her wine glass as she tiled it, fingers gripping it from the inside, and let the light amber colored liquid touch her lips. today was reward day. on reward day, she got to get high. because of the festivities, she also got to get drunk. she was only allowed every so often. she set it down, resting both her hands in her lap, and shook her head at the brunette. “ i don’t usually tune in until i can see you. “ that wasn’t all the way true, but she wasn’t comfortable with giving away just how much she could really do.
her smile was permanent, the result of stimulants reaching every part of her --- even he creativity. “ ask for lemon wedges next time. the acid might cut the alcohol. but i don’t know. “ when could she ask her ? how long did they have to talk before it was okay for frances to bring it up.















